Please Give Me Another Chance Mrs Hamilton

Brad kept checking his phone from time to time while waiting for his client, eager to see whether Nadine had messaged him.

But even until noon, she had gone radio silent.

Staring at the empty chat screen, he finally decided to send her a message himself.

"My mind is full of you. What should I do? I can't possibly get rid of my head, can I?"

After sending it, he regretted it a little and considered deleting the message. He stared at the chat screen for a moment and ultimately decided against it.

"Let her see it," he thought. He wondered how she'd respond.

Crossing his legs, Brad waited in good spirits for Nadine's reply. But even after the contract was signed and he had his lunch, there was still no response from her.

Frustrated, he texted her again.

"Do you need a dictionary to reply to me?"

response. Yet another 30 minutes passed, and she still hadn't replied to his

lack of response, he grabbed his phone and called her. The call got through, but

tried a few more times, but still no one picked up.

Brad. "Didn't Nad go to Hamilton Estate? She said she was going to see Sean. Aren't

was going on between Brad and Nadine, so she didn't ask too many questions. She was even pleased to see how much he cared

and called the estate, yet there was still no news of

did he realize something

men, demanding the building's surveillance

search went on until midnight, but Nadine was still

He had narrowly escaped a stabbing incident, the blade missing his heart by just

month, reserving an entire floor for

might murder him at night, he even kept a knife

had noticed

and made a significant purchase. But for some reason, the stocks he

now. He had incurred losses